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“Show me,” he demanded, voice rough. “Come for me again.”

And just like that, I did, vision going white as the pleasure shot through me, stealing my breath and my voice, leaving me shaking and gasping for a breath that didn’t come as I was pulled under the waves again and again.

“Fuck,” he groaned, taking me to the hilt, and fucking me deep as he fell apart with me. “Fuck, Cinna,” he groaned, every muscle in his body tense, his head thrown back as he came while buried inside of me.

Nothing, nothing had ever felt that right.

And that, well, that was fucking terrifying.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Dav

I’m pretty sure I blacked out for a second there, buried deep inside of her, coming with her pussy still squeezing me with her orgasm.

Her whole body was trembling with aftershocks as I finally pulled in a few deep breaths, bringing some calm back into the chaos of my body.

I’d been too fucking rough.

In general.

I didn’t fuck women like that. With that dark side of me. With that borderline savagery.

But I especially shouldn’t have been so rough with her. Not when her ribs, despite what she’d insisted, were still sore.

“That was too hard,” I said, my fingers drifting up to feather over her ribs, the bruises still smattering her skin. Not healed on the outside, let alone inside.

“No,” she said, shaking her head as she took long, deep breaths, likely embarrassed by her trembling. But, fuck, did I like it.

There was something about seeing a woman like Cinna lose all control that pulled at something in me.

So I sat there, watching, feeling the way she reacted to me until, eventually, the aftershocks subsided, and her breathing evened out.

Only then did I slide away from her, turning away to deal with the condom, before turning back, finding her already up by the pillows, trying to pull the covers over her, wanting to put something between us.

Because I hadn’t been the only one stripped raw during that. I’d seen a side of Cinna that I was pretty sure she’d never shown anyone before.

There was no way the Cinna everyone else knew would be so soft, would beg any man for anything.

But she’d given that to me.

Just like I’d given a part of myself to her that I never shared before.

I got that feeling of vulnerability more than she could have known. But, unlike her, I wanted to lean into it. I wanted more of it. While she worked to build back up those walls she felt safest behind.

I knew better than to come at her with a sledgehammer.

This was not the wall you could slam through.

I had to pick it apart brick by brick.

So I flicked the covers over us.

“Did anyone ask about me?” she asked, ready to change the dynamic, to bring others in between us.

“Yeah. Rico and Renzo,” I agreed. “And… I don’t know how close you are with her, but you might want to reach out to the kid.”

“Saff?” she asked, frowning at me. “Why?”

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